It's Anno Societatis XLIII. Do you know where your persona is?

Had a delightful night last night. The Beloved (that's thelancrewitch, for those of you playing at home) made Apple and Blueberry Crumble, which contained sunflower seeds, among other ingredients. Almost immediately after starting to eat, I got urgent memos from my digestive system, and they built up to horrible stomach cramps, nausea and backaches that kept me awake all night. I didn't actually return any of my dessert the way it came, but I felt like I wanted to. Note to self: avoid seeds in general. Evidently they don't agree with me. Gods only know what the reason is for that, or why I get shortness of breath one time, indigestion another and these insane stomach pains. And why do they completely fail to bother me nine times out of ten and go totally apewire otherwise? Mad, sad and irritating. Bleagh.

In other news...ummm, well, there is no other news. Work, sleep, baby cuddles. Entirely too much of the first and not enough of the second and third. The highlight of my weeks tends to be finding a clean pair of socks. I really need a holiday when I'm not madly tidying the house or gallivanting around the leech-infested countryside. But how likely's that? Bleagh again.

Up to bed to watch a Boy Wonder sleeping, and then emulate him, I think.